Pot O’ Old

I followed the most beautiful rainbow through the mud and the grass
I crossed the river and climbed 3 trees
Over a mountain and piles of leaves

When it came to an end I approached a thick metal pot
I reached my hand in to grab me some gold
My hand came back full of ick and of mold
That leprechaun lied….unless I heard wrong
It’s so hard to tell cause his accent’s so strong

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Poem written by Chris Templeton, Copyright © 2010

About the poem Pot O’ Old:

There are really two things happening here with this poem. 1) I really wanted to play around with rhyming patterns. Many of my favorite kids poems do not hold to predictable rhyming patterns and often times  need to be read 2 or 3 times in order feel the rhythm. 2) I’ve always seen leprechauns as being a bit sneaky and hard to understand.

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